My hard drive messed up and I lost a lot of work. 400 GB to be exact! At first I freaked a bit, but once realizing I had personal picture backed up (nephews being born etc.) I relaxed a bit. I started to think of why this happened? What am I suppose to learn from this?
1)Back up work more – obviously
2) Maybe that’s the thing about art… it’s almost like an expression that can pass, because a new one is always sprouting up. Maybe those pieces were just lessons to carry onto the next peice. Maybe I am just doing these for the love of doing them, and not as attached to the outcome as I thought.
I guess that really is true passion.